Her new bass is coming soon, and I can sense that soon is not quick enough. Maybe I will have to write an operetta for her new instrument:
"A bass a bass, look at radiance of her face!
Don't touch the bass, she's packing mace!"
Maybe not. I've not been well you know.
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Yes he was slipping and ah sliding, whipping and a frying, all the way home.
That pretty much sums up New Year's Eve that does.
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